Novel & Cerita Velvet X Veneer

her voice came out not above a whisper, inaudible to everyone. Felix came down the stairs and stood in front of Ziven as a scoff leaves Ziven's lips. He looked at Ziven with so much hatred and he wished he could get rid of that filthy smirk on Zivens face somehow, "Welcome, Welcome. Felix, seems like you are here to get my FIANCE or maybe to end up in pool of blood just like your parents. The Legers!" Ziven said emphasizing on the work fiancé. Felix got shocked on hearing about their relation but the shock soon turned into anger and hatred when he heard about his parents.

Amor said, I nodded, then he left, slightly bowing to Zahir and Venus. “Both of you are staying in different rooms?” Venus asked. I nodded. Venus was extremely pretty. She had sharp facial features. Her eyes were black and her hair too. Her lips were always covered with lipsticks of all shades other than pink and red. When I saw her earlier, she had light green lipstick on and now it was sky blue. She had the habit of pressing her lips together and mixing the lipstick whenever she could. Her nails were always painted too, mostly darker shades of all colours. Her clothes weren’t much different from the one I was wearing.

Wish me luck. Now for a completely unrelated news, we all know that Behind Their Veneers is coming to an end; we have just two chapters left then the epilogue and I'm already so sad to let our favorite couple — Emerald and Jordan — go. (I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez!)

A split second later, hundreds of spears of various sizes slipped from the ground simultaneously where Venus had originally been. Amerta punched the air above it until the veins on his forehead bulged. Venus blinks for a second. Hundreds of spear eyes shot upward at no speed. Venus pulled the Iron Talent so fast that it hurt her heart. She frowned, but didn't slow down to form a round sheath on her body. A spear cut into her thigh. Venus screamed when pain came suddenly. She accelerated the merging of the iron cloak. One second before a veil closes, a small spearhead sticks to Venus's thigh which was originally only scratched.

he asked. "First, all you need to know is that it works. Second, I have no idea, but you were both smart and stupid enough to come to me to fix this. Now tell me who tortured you and why?" she hissed through her teeth. Anger was building up inside for who dared to hurt him in this way. "But you have to tell me what you did to me, Venera, I don't buy the bullshit." "It's a salve I invented. It stops bleeding by shrinking all blood vessels and provides the needed conditions for platelets to start rebuilding the skin as soon as they get there. It clots a non-lethal bullet wound in 2 hours."

The way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his black tee makes my throat go dry. “You lost, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, the kind that vibrates right between your legs. I swallow. “Uh. Appointment for… a VCH?” His smirk deepens. “Vertical clit hood. Bold choice.” He leans forward, forearms pressing into the glass countertop. “First piercing down there?” He ask My face burns. “Yeah.” “Mmm.” He pushes off the counter, slow, like he’s got all day. “Back room’s free. Let’s get you set up.”

"You’re our enemy." “I was your worshiper last night,” he whispered. “I still am.” She stepped back. Breathless. Torn. Between the sorceress and the daughter. Between fantasy and betrayal. Outside, the city glittered, indifferent. Inside, the masquerade was far from over. Vespera didn’t show up at her father's boardroom that Monday morning. She showed up at Velvet Temple the private, members only sex lounge in the heart of Virelin, where names were optional, masks were sacred, and submission was a language.

Velis's mouth curved—not quite a smile, but something sharper, more predatory. His canines caught the torchlight, longer than human teeth and sharp enough to part flesh without effort. "Four walls that won't collapse. A bed that won't give you splinters. Water that won't kill you before I decide you're ready to die." His head tilted, silver eyes cataloguing every micro-expression that crossed Caelum's face. "Some might call such accommodations... generous." "I'd call it a cage dressed up in good intentions." "Cages serve many purposes." Velis stepped closer, close enough that Caelum could feel the unnatural cold radiating from his skin.

A cruel, knowing smirk twisted his thin lips, cracking the aristocratic mask into something entirely predatory. As Veda had predicted, Vane’s ancient, highly sensitive nose instantly picked up the heavy, foul stench of the necrotic clay painted beneath Leela's clothes. "Fascinating," Vane purred, his voice dropping into a dark, condescending hum as he stepped fully into the room. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, clearly savoring the scent of what he believed was absolute, pathetic desperation. "Death magic. You paint your own womb in graveyard dirt to hide the scent of your young."

"What are you doing?" "Just relax Ro, you'll enjoy it." Venkat wasn't thinking straight, he just wanted to taste her nectar as he gazed at her starry-eyed. "How will I enjoy your face between m-?" she was cut short when Venkat licked her slit. Ro didn't know what was happening, she had never done this before but she was enjoying his mouth on her. Ro covered her mouth as she moaned loudly into her hand, raising her hips each time Venkat flicked his wicked tongue on her sensitive clit.